Chapitre 3: Chapter 3
The police managed to disperse the crowd of people who gathered, around the scene.
Their yellow tape was drawn around the scene. Someone in the crowd had contacted the police and they arrived a couple of minutes later.
Bianca's corpse was taken down from the wall and after pictures were taken, the body was placed into a black body bag and taken into the ambulance.
The voice of Mrs. Daniel wailing loudly filled the air. Her fellow women tried to calm her down, offering different words of sympathy to console her.
"Is your daughter part of a gang or something?" the detective asked Mr. Daniels while scribbling down some things on the note in his hand.
Mr. Daniel sniffled softly. His eyes pricking with tears that he struggled to hold back. His wife loud wailing flooded into his ears. His brain searched for moments when his daughter was seen with any rogue-looking friends, but could recall none.
"No. Bianca is a good girl, she's not part of a gang or anything. She's studying Law at the University of Lagos and she just returned because of the ASSU strike." Mr. Daniel stated, wiping the tears that escaped the corner of his eyes, before continuing his statement; "Please bring those murderers to justice. I want them to pay for what they did to her?"
"When was the last time you heard from her?" The detective asked.
"Last night. She said she was on her way home, but after waiting and not seeing any sign of her, I called her best friend who she was that night."
"And who is this best friend of hers?"
"Chioma."
"Write down her contact info here, we'll need to talk to her." The detective said and passed him the note and pen.
Mr. Daniel wrote down Chioma's phone number and handed the note back to the detective.
"I'm sorry for your loss Mr. Daniel, but I promise you that we will bring your daughter's killer to justice." The detective assured him, patting Mr. Daniel's shoulder softly.
Mr. Daniel walked away, to his wife, who was still drowning herself in sorrow. On seeing her husband making his way over to her, she jumped up to her feet and ran to him screaming; "Bianca is coming home to us, right?
Tell me that all this is just a prank.
Call Bianca and tell her that the candles on her birthday cake would soon burn out, tell her I got her a gift." Mrs. Daniel kept on crying out. Tugging his clothes roughly, tears flooding down her reddened face.
Mr. Daniels couldn't hold back his tears any longer, he pulled his wife closer and wept. He watched as the ambulance left with his daughter's corpse. Why did they choose to rob him of his joy, his only child, and his daughter? Where did he go wrong? Different questions streamed into his head.
Different people walked up to them mumbling sorry and words of consolation, he just couldn't take it anymore so he walked into his house with his wife.
The whole house was quiet, not the usual kind of silence that usually filled the house, but the void and emptiness associated with the silence.
Mr. Daniel kept swearing in his heart to use his power as a judge to bring the monster that killed his daughter to justice. He swore to make them, or whoever it was face the death sentence in the most gruesome way.
His sadness immediately turned to anger and he busted out in a fit, tearing down the decorations, and balloons that had been set for Bianca's birthday.
His wife sat quietly on the other end, her eyes staring at the birthday cake, unflinchingly.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and she paused and took it out. A message, he thought. tapping it open.
DOWNLOAD VIDEO DOCUMENT displayed boldly on his screen.
He clicked download and it loaded for a few seconds and played.
"Help me, daddy. He's gonna kill me, I don't want to die!" The voice of his daughter, Bianca, cried, pleading for her life to be spared.
Mr. Daniel's Jaw dropped, and his hand came over his mouth and sealed it.
"Hello, Judge." Another hoarse voice said in the video
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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